As far as transformations or reincarnations go, Terrance’s had not gone quite as he had hoped.
From everything Terrance had read, the general principles were: You died, and then depending on whether you’d been bad or good, you came back as something worse or better. At this point he didn’t much care how he was judged. Being human had become so tiresome.
Terrance had made up his mind. Time for a change. Time to become something else. He hoped a butterfly was his chosen destination.
The plan was as simple as they come. He would wait until the early morning; when there were less people around. He’d then head to his local train tracks, and then wait for a suitable speeding train to throw himself infront of.
He felt sorry for the trauma he would induce on the driver - but it was his own pain he was planning to escape. The cost was worth it. Plus, he mused, I won’t around to take any flack. Maybe I’ll waft by on a breeze.
He’d found the perfect spot. Well hidden from the road and the rails. No chance for emergency brakes, or passerby interference. Now the waiting game, he thought. Having memorized the schedule he knew the express 1.36am would be passing anytime soon. That would be the one to catch.
At 1.34am the moment had almost arrived. Terrance had started to feel nervous and excited about the prospect of a new life. Only a few minutes and he would be free - at long last.
The rail started to rattle. The time was now or never. Taking one last fortifying breath Terrance stood up and with all his might leap into the path of the speeding train.
In the split seconds before the collision, Terrance had the worse -and last- epiphany of his life. What if I’m wrong? Will I be a beautiful butter fly, or a sudden cloud of blood coloured spray?